― All it takes is the warm caress of serenity for an irreparable hate to tear and break. His tragedy was set in play. Her soul threatened to burn.
❛❛ NEW MOON ― BREAKING DAWN ❞
note: long chapters, some canon divergence, aged-up characters! (not slo...
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TW
My restlessness was sickening.
Every day bled into the next, blurring together in a haze of confusing emotions and unanswered questions. It was as though time itself was mocking me, moving forward while I remained stuck in the same suffocating place.
Monday came and I woke up, upset at the fact that all I could hear was the deafening silence of an empty room, its stillness echoing through my bones. It pressed against my mind, gnawing at my thoughts, making everything feel hollow and meaningless.
Wednesday was no better. I spent hours standing in front of a painting I had nearly memorized by now, its colors fading with each passing day. Every brushstroke was familiar, yet I stared at it as if it held some secret that might finally set me free. I was aware of Caius's presence beside me—his rigid stillness, his silence that matched my own. He never said much, and when I tried to coax answers out of him, his sharp eyes only held the same frustration I felt. Demetri was still away, looking for Victoria, and I'm nowhere near calm at the thought.
Thursday night, the dreams began. They were haunting and vivid, clawing their way into my mind as I slept, refusing to let me rest. I dreamt of Harry Clearwater standing in the middle of the forest, his form solid, his eyes filled with judgment that made my chest ache. He was staring at me with a gaze so heavy it pinned me in place. I wanted to speak, to tell him I was sorry—sorry for leaving, sorry for abandoning them, for not saying goodbye. But my lips wouldn't move. My throat burned with unshed tears, and my body was frozen, trapped in that pool of guilt and regret. I woke up crying, the ache in my chest lingering for the entire day.
Another Monday has come, and I'm still here.
I'm still here.
"If you go any slower, I might finally expire of old age."
"I told you not to come."
"You should consider yourself lucky. My time is incredibly valuable."
I couldn't help but let out an irritated grunt as I caught sight of the smug smirk tugging at the corner of Caius's mouth. It was a look he wore far too often, one that managed to set my nerves on edge despite how composed I tried to remain. I stabbed at the last piece of sausage on my plate and swallowed it down with a quick sip of bitter coffee to try and wake me up from this weary day.
The stuffiness of the castle was starting to become unbearable. I couldn't stand being trapped within those ancient walls, where there always feel like a pair of prying eyes watching me—eyes that never blinked, never missed a single movement. I could feel their presence even when I wasn't looking. The endless need nagged me, fraying my patience. I knew I had to get outside, to escape their castle's dark hallways, and breathe in fresh air. I couldn't stare at the patterned wall for one more minute so I tried to tiptoe my way out of the room--but of course, my attempt at a quiet escape was futile. Caius was already there, cornering me. His cold, amused gaze pinned me where I stood, as if he enjoyed catching me in my piss poor attempt to leave.
